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Dug. Why, Sir, you've cast your skin sure, Dug. But, sister, you remember that upon you're brisk and gay, lusty health about you, my going abroad you would choose this old no sign of age but your silver hairs.
gentleman for your guardian; he's no more old Mir. Silver hairs ! Then they are quick related to our family than Prester John, and silver hairs, Sir. Whilst I have golden pockets, I have no reason to think you mistrusted let my hairs be silver an they will. Adsbud, my management of your fortune : therefore, Sir, I can dance, and sing, and drink, and pray be so kind as to tell me without reserDo, I can't wench. But, Mr. Dugard, no vation the true cause of making such a news of my son Bob in all your travels ? choice. Dug. Your son's come home, Sir.
Ori. Lookye, brother, you were going a Old Mir. Come home! Bob come home! rambling, and 'twas proper, lest I should go a By the blood Mirabels, Mr. Dugard, ranbling too, that somebody should take care what say ye?
Old' Monsieur Mirabel is an honest Ori. Mr. Mirabel returned, Sir ?
gentleman, was our father's friend, and has a Dug. He's certainly come, and you may see young lady in this house whose company 1 him within this hour or two.
like, and who has chosen him for her guardian Old Mir. Swear it, Mr. Dugard, presently as well as I. swear it.
Dug. Who, Mademoiselle Bisarre ? Dug. Sir, he came to town with me this Ori. The same ; we live merrily together, morning; I left him at the Bagnieurs, being a without scandal or reproach ; we make much little disordered after riding, and I shall see of the old gentleman between us; and be him again presently.
takes care of us; we eat what we like, go to Old Mir. What! and he was ashamed to bed when we please, rise when we will, all ask a blessing with his boots on. A nice the week we dance and sing, and upon Sundog! Well, and how fares the young rogue, ha ? days go first to church, and then to the play.
Dug. A fine gentleman, Sir. He'll be his Now, brother, besides these motives for choosown messenger.
ing this gentleman for my guardian, perhaps Old Mir. Å fine gentleman ! But is the rogue I had some private reasons. like me still ?
Dug. Not so private as you imagine, sister; Dug. Why yes, Sir; he's very like his mo- your love to young Mirabel is no secret, I can ther, and as like you as most modern sons are assure you ; but so public that all your friends to their fathers.
are ashamed on't. Old Mir. Why, Sir, don't you think that I Ori. O'my word then, my friends are very begat him?
bashful; though I'm afraid, Sir, that those Dug. Why yes, Sir; you married his mo- people are not ashamed enough at their
own ther, and he inherits your estate. He's very crimes, who have so many blushes to spare for like you, upon my word.
the faults of their neighbours. Ori. And pray, brother, what's become of Dug. Ay but, sister, the people say— his honest companion, Duretete ?
Ori. Pshaw, bang the people; their court of Dug: Who, the captain ? The very same he inquiry is a tavern, and iheir informer claret ; went abroad, he's the only Frenchman I ever they think as they drink, and swallow reknew that could not change. Your son, Mr. putations like loaches: a lady's health goes Mirabel, is more obliged to nature for that briskly round with the glass, but her honour fellow's composition than for his own : for is lost in the toast. be's more happy in Duretete's folly than his Dug. Ay; but, sister, there is still somea own wit. In short, they are as inseparable thingas finger and thumb; but the first instance Ori. If there be something, brother, 'tis none in the world, I believe, of opposition in friend of the people's something; marriage is my ship:
thing, and I'll stick to't. Old Mir. Very well : will he be home to Dug. Marriage! Young Mirabel marry! dinner, think ye?
He'll build churches sooner. Take heed, sis. Dug. Sir, he has ordered me to bespeak a ter; though your honour stood proof to his dinner for us at Rousseau's, at a louis-d'or a home-bred assaults, you must keep a stricter head.
guard for the future: he has now got the Old Mir. A louis-d'or a head! Well said, foreign air, and the Italian softness; bis wit's Bob; by the blood of the Mirabels, Bob's improved by converse, his behaviour finished improved. But Mr. Dugard, was it so civil by observation, and bis assurances confirmed of Bob to visit Monsieur Rousseau before his by success. Sister, I can assure you he has own natural father, eh? Harkye, Oriana, made his conquests; and 'tis a plague upon what think you now of a fellow that can eat your sex, to be the soonest deceived by those and drink ye a whole louis-d'or at a sitting ? very men that you know have been false to He must be as strong as Hercules, life and others. spirit in abundance. Before Gad, I don't Ori. For heaven's sake, brother, tell me no wonder at these men of quality, that their more of his faults; for if you do, I shall run Own wives can't serve 'em. A louis-d'or a mad for him: say no more, Sir; let me but head ! 'tis enough to stock the whole nation get him into the bands of matrimony, I'll with bastards, "tis, faith. Mr. Dugard, I spoil his wandering, I warrant him ; I'll do leave you with your sister.
(Exit. his business that way, never fear. Dug. Well, sister, I need not ask you how Dug. Well, sister, I won't pretend to under. you do, your looks resolve me; fair, tall, well- stand the engagements between you and your shaped ; you're almost grown out of my re-lover; I expect when you have need of my membrance.
council or assistance, you will let me know Ori. Why truly, brother, I look pretty well, more of your affairs. Mirabel is a gentleman, thank nature and my toilet; I eat three meals and, as far as my honour and interest can a day, am very, merry when up, and sleep reach, you may command me to the furthersoundly when I'm down.
ance of your happiness: in the meantime, sister, I have a great mind to make you a pre- , shall find those in Paris shall match the sent of another humble servant; a fellow that Italians from top to toe. I took up at Lyons, who has served me hon- Dur. Ay, Mirabel, you will do well enough, estly ever since.
but what will become of your friend ? you Ori. Then why will you part with him? know I am so plaguy bashful, so naturally an
Dug. He has gained so insufferably on my ass upon these occasions, thatgood humour, that he's grown too familiar; Mir. Pshaw, you must be bolder, man : trabut the fellow's cunning, and may be service-vel three years, and bring home such a baby able to you in your affair with Mirabel. Here as bashfulness! A great lusty fellow! and a he comes.
soldier! fie upon it.
Dur. Lookye, Sir, I can visit, and I can Enter Petit.
ogle a little as thus, or thus now-but if they Well, Sir, have you been at Rousseau's ? chance to give me a forbidding look, as some
Pet. Yes, Sir, and who should I find there women, you know, have a devilish cast with but Mr. Mirabel and the captain, hatching as their eyes or if they cry-wbat d'ye mean? warmly over a tub of ice, as two hen phea. what d'ye take me for? Fie, Sir, remember sants over a brood.-They would not let me who I am, Sir A person of quality to be bespeak any thing, for they had dined before used at this rate! 'egad, I'm struck as flat as I came.
a frying pan. Dug. Come, Sir, you shall serve my sister; Mir. Words o'course! never mind 'em : turn I shall still continue kind to you.- Wait on you about upon your heel with a jantee air; your lady home, Petit.
[Exit. hum out the end of an old song ; cut a cross Pet. A chair, a chair, a chair!
caper, and at her again. Ori. No, no, I'll walk home, 'tis but next Dur. (Imitates him.] No, hang it, 'twill door.
(Exit. never do.-Oons, what did my father mean by SCENE II.-A Tavern.
sticking me up in a university, or to think that
I should gain any thing by my bead, in a naMIRABEL and DURETETE rise from the table. tion whose genius lies all in their heels ?
Well, if ever I come to have children of my Mir. Welcome to Paris once more, my dear own, they shall have the education of the captain ; we have eat heartily, drank roundly, country; they shall learn to dance before they paid plentifully, and let it go for once. 1
can walk, and be taught to sing before they liked every thing but our women, they looked can speak. so lean and tawdry, poor creatures ! 'tis a sure Mir. Come, coine, throw off that childish sign the army is not paid.-Give me the humour; put on assurance, there's no avoiding plump Venetian, brisk and sanguine, that it; stand all hazards, thou'rt a stout lusty smiles upon me like the glowing sun, and fellow, and hast a good estate ; look bluff, meets my lips like sparkling wine, her person Hector, you have a good side-box face, a pretty shining as the glass, and spirit like the foam- impudent face; so, that's pretty well.—This ing liquor.
fellow went abroad like an ox, and is returned Dur. Ah, Mirabel, Italy, I grant you; but like an ass.
(Aside. for our women here in France, they are such
Dur. Let me see now bow I look. [Pulls thin brawn-fallen jades.
out a pocket-glass, and looks on it.). A side-box Mir. There's nothing on this side the Alps face, say you ?—Egad, I don't like it, Mira, worth my humble service t'ye-Ha, Roma la bel.-Fie, Sir, don't abuse your friends. I santa! Italy for my money; their customs, could not wear such a face for the best coun. gardens, buildings, paintings, music, polices, tess in Christendom. wine, and women! the paradise of the world; Mir. Why can't you, blockhead, as well -not pestered with parcel of precise old as I? gouty fellows, that would debar their chil
Dur. Why, thou hast impudence to set a dren every pleasure that they themselves are past the sense of : commend me to the Italian half my gold for half thy brass, with all my
good face upon any thing; I would change familiarity : Here, son, there's fifty crowns; heart. Who comes here? Odso, Mirabel, go pay your girl her week's allowance.
your father? Dur. Ay, these are your fathers for you, that understand the necessities of young men;
Enter OLD MIRABEL. not like our musty dads, who, because they Old Mir. Where's Bob? dear Bob? cannot fish themselves, would muddy the wa- Mir. Your blessing, Sir. ter, and spoil the sport of them that can. But Old Mir. My blessing! Damn ye, ye young now you talk of the plump, what d'ye think of rogue; why did not you come to see your faa Dutch woman?
ther first, Sirrah? My dear boy, I am heartily Mir. A Dutch woman's too compact; nay, glad to see thee, my dear child, faith-Captain every thing ainong them is so; a Dutch man is Duretele, by the blood of the Mirabels, I'm thick, a Dutch woman is squab, a Dutch horse yours-well, my lads, ye look bravely, faith.is round, a Dutch dog is short, a Dutch ship Bob, hast got any muney left? is broad-bottomed; and, in short, one would Mir. Not a farthing, Sir. swear the whole product of the country were Ou Mir. Why, then, I won't gi' thee a sous. cast in the same mould with their cheeses. Mir. I did but jest, here's ten pistoles.
Dur. Ay, but, Mirabel, you have forgot the Old Mir. Why, then here's ten more ; I love English ladies.
to be charitable to those that don't want it: Mir. The women of England were excellent, Well, and how d'ye like Italy, my boys? did they not take such insufferable pains to Mir. O the garden of the world, Sir; Rome, ruin what nature has made so incomparably Naples, Venice, Milav, and a thousand others well. But come, Duretete, let us mind the call fine. business in hapd; mistresses we must have, Old Mir. Ay, say you so ? and they say, that and must take up with the manufacture of the Chiari is very fine too. place, and upon a competent diligence we Dur. Indifferent, Sir, very indifferent; a
very scurvy air; the most unwholesome to al Bis. Contracted ! alack-a-day, poor thing. French constitution in the world.
What you have changed rings, or broken an Mir. Pshaw, nothing on't; these rascally old broad-piece between you! Well, I must gazetteers have misinformed you.
confess, I do love a little coquetting with all Old Mir. Misinformed ine! Oons, Sir, were my heart! my business should be to break not we beaten there?
gold with my lover one hour, and crack my Mir. Beaten, Sir, the French beaten! promise the next; he should find me one day
Ow Mir. Why, how was it, pray, sweet with a prayer-book in my hand, and with a Sir ?
play-book another; he should have my conAlir. Sir, the captain will tell you.
sent to buy the wedding-ring, and the next Dur. No, Sir, your son will tell you. moment would laugh in his face. Mir. The captain was in the action, Sir. Ori. O my dear, were there no greater tie
Dur. Your son saw more than I, Sír, for he upon my heart than there is upon my conwas a looker on.
science, I would soon throw the contract out Old Mir. Confound you both for a brace of o'doors; but the mischief on't is, I am so fond cowards : here are no Germans to overhear of being tied that I'm forced to be just, and you; why don't ye tell me how it was? the strength of my passion keeps down the in
Mir. Why, then you must know, that we clination of my sex. But here's the old genmarched up a body of the finest, bravest, well- tleman. dressed fellows in the universe; our commanders at the head of us, all lace and feather,
Enter OLD MIRABEL. like so many beaux at a ball-I don't believe there was a man of 'em but could dance a
Old Mir. Where's my wenches? where's my charmer, morbleau.
two little girls, eh? have a care, look to yourOld Mir. Dance! very well, pretty fellows, selves, faith, they're a coming, the travellers faith!
are a coming. Well! which of you two will Mir. We capered up to their very trenches, what say you, mad-cap? Mirabel is a pure
be my daughter-in-law now.? Bisarre, Bisarre, and there saw peeping over a parcel of scare- wild fellow. crow, olive-coloured, gunpowder fellows, as
Bis. I like him the worse. ugly as the devil. Dur. 'Egad, I shall never forget the looks better, indeed you do : what say you, my
Old Mir. You lie, hussy, you like him the of them while I have breath to fetch.
Mir. They were so civil indeed as to wel-t'other little Filbert, ch? come us with their cannon; but for the rest, for himself, Sir.
Ori. I suppose the gentleman will choose we found them such unmannerly, rude, unsociable dogs, that we grew tired of their
Old Mir. Why, that's discreetly said, and
so he shall. company, and so we even danced back again.
Old Mír. And did ye all come back? Enter MIRABEL and DURETETE, who salute the Mir. No, two or three thousand of us stayed
Ladies. behind. Old Mir. Why Bob, why?
Bob, harkye, you shall marry one of these Mir. Pshaw–because they could not come girls, Sirrah. that night.—But come, Şir, we were talking Mir. Sir, I'll marry 'em both, if you please. of something else: pray how does your lovely Bis. He'll find that one may serve his turn. charge, the fair Oriana ?
[Aside. Old Mir. Ripe, Sir, just ripe ; you'll find it Old Mir. Both! Why, you young dog, d'ye better engaging with her than with the Ger- banter me?--Come, sir, take your choice. mans, let me tell you. And what would you Duretete, you shall have your choice too; say, my young Mars, if I had a Venus for thee but Robin shall choose first. Come, Sir, too? come, Bob, your apartment is ready, and begin. pray let your friend be my guest too; you
Mir. Let me see.
Old Mir. But which will you marry ?
Old Mir. Neither-Don't make me angry, SCENE I.-OLD MIRABEL's House.
now, Bob; pray don't make me angry.
Lookye, Sirrah, if I don't dance at your Enter ORIANA and BISARRE.
wedding to-morrow, I shall be very glad to Bis. And you love this young rake, d'ye? cry at your grave. Ori. Yes.
Mir. That's a bull, father. Bis. In spite of all his ill usage?
Old Mir. A bull! Why, how now, ungrateOri. I can't help it.
ful Sir, did I make thee a man, that thou Bis. What's the matter wi' ye?
shouldst make me a beast? Ori. Pshaw !
Mir. Your pardon, Sir. I only meant your Bis. O, hang all your Cassandras and Cleo- expression. patras for me.-Prythee mind your airs, Old Mir. Harkye, Bob, learn better manmodes, and fashions ; your stays, gowns, and ners to your father before strangers: I won't feathers.
be angry this time. But, oons, if ever you Ori. Prythee be quiet Bisarre ; you know do't again, you rascal, remember what I say, I can be as mad as you when this Mirabel is
[Exit. out of my head.
Mir. Pshaw, what does the old fellow mean Bis. I' warrant now, you'll play the fool by mewing me up here with a couple of green when he comes, and say you love him; eh? girls ? Come, Duretete, will you go?
Ori. Most certainly ;-I can't dissenible, Ori. I hope, Mr. Mirabel, you han't forBisarre :-besides, 'tis past that, we're con- gottracted.
Mir. No, no, madam, I han't forgot; I have
brought you a thousand little Italian curiosi- , 'twas metaphysics made me an ass? It was, ties, I'll assure you, Madam, as far as a hun faith. Had she talked a word of singing, dred pistoles would reach, I ha'n't forgot the dancing, plays, fashions, or the like, I had least circumstance.
foundered at the first step; but as she is-MirOri. Sir, you misunderstand me.
abel, wish me joy. Mir. Odso, the relics, Madam, from Rome. Mir. You don't mean marriage, I hope? I do remember now you made a vow of chastity Dur. No, no, I am a man of more honour. before my departure; a vow of chastity or Mir. Bravely resolved, captain; now for thy something like it; was it not, Madam ? credit, warm me this frozen snow-ball, 'twill
Ori. O, Sir, I'm answered at present. [Exit. be a conquest above the Alps.
Mir. She was coming full mouth upon me Dur. But will you promise to be always near with her contract, Would I might despatch me? t'other.
[To Dur. Mir. Upon all occasions, never fear. Dur. Mirabel-that lady there, observe her, Dur. Why then you shall see me in two moshe's wondrous pretty, faith, and seems to have ments make an induction from my love to her but few words; I like her mainly; speak to her, hand, from her hand to her mouth, from her man, pr’ythee speak to her. [Apurt to MIRABEL: mouth to her heart, and so conclude in her bed, Mir. Madam, here's a gentleman, who de- categorenjatice.
Mir. Now the game begins, and my fool is Dur. Madam, don't believe him, I declare entered.-But here comes one to spoil my nothing-What the devil do you mean, man? sport; now shall I be teased to death with this
Mir. He says, Madam, that you are as beau-old-fashioned contract. I should love her too, tiful as an angel.
if I might do it my own way; but she'll do Dur. He tells a damped lie, Madam ; I say no nothing without witnesses, forsooth. I wonsuch thing: are you mad, Mirabel ? Why, Ider women can be so immodest. shall drop down with shame. Mir. And so, Madam, not doubting but your
Enter ORIANA. ladyship may like him as well as he does you, well, Madam, why d'ye follow me ? I think it proper to leave you together.
Ori. Well, Sir, why do ye shun me? [Going ; Dur. holds him. Mir. 'Tis my humour, Madam, and I'm natDur. Hold, hold-Why, Mirabel, friend, urally swayed by inclination. sure you wont be so barbarous as to leave me Ori. Have you forgot our contract, Sir ? alone? Pr’ythee speak to her for yourself, as Mir. All I remember of that contract is, that it were. Lord, Lord, that a Frenchman should it was made some three years ago, and that's want impudence !
enough in conscience to forget the rest on't. Mir. You look mighty demure, Madam- Ori. 'Tis sufficient, Sir, to recollect the passShe's deaf, captain.
(Apart to Dur. ing of it; for in that circumstance I presume Dur. I had much rather have her dumb. lies the force of the obligation.
[Apart. Mir. Obligations, Madam, that are forced Mir. The gravity of your air, Madam, pro- upon the will are po tie upon the conscience; mises some extraordinary fruits from your I was a slave to my passion when I passed the study, which moves us with curiosity to inquire instrument; but the recovery of my freedom the subject of your ladyship’s contemplaiion. makes the contract void. Not a word !
Ori. Come, Mr. Mirabel, these expressions I Dur. I hope in the Lord she's speechless; if expected from the raillery of your humour, but she be, she's mine this moment.--Mirabel, d'ye ! hope for very different sentiments from your think a woman's silence can be natural ? honour and generosity.
[Apart. Mir. Lookye, Madam, as for my generosity, Bis. But the forms that logicians introduce, | 'tis at your service, with all my heart: I'll keep and which proceed from simple enumeration, you a coach and six horses, if you please, only are dubitable, and proceed only upon admit- permit me to keep my honour to myself; for ! tance
can assure you, Madam, that the thing called Mir. Hoity-toity! what a plague have we honour is a circumstance absolutely unneceshere? Plato in petticoats.
sary in a natural correspondence between male Dur. Ay, ay, let her go on, man; she talks and female; and he's a madman that lays it out, in my own mother tongue.
considering its scarcity, upon any such trivial Bis. 'Tis exposed to invalidity from a con- occasions. There's honour required of us by tradictory instance, looks only upon common our friends, and honour due to our enemies, operations, and is infinite in its termination. and they return it to us again; but I never Mir. Rare pedantry.
heard of a man that left but an inch of his honDur. Axioms! Axioms! Self-evident prin- our in 2 woman's keeping, that could ever get ciples.
the least account on't.- Consider, Madam, you Bis. Then the ideas wherewith the mind is have no such thing among ye, and 'tis a main preoccupate.- gentlemen, I hope you'll par- point of policy to keep no faith with reprodon my cogitation; I was involved in a pro- bates-thou art a pretty little reprobate, and found point of philosophy; but I shall discuss so get thee about ihy business. it somewhere else, being satisfied that the sub- Ori. Well, Sir, even all this will I allow to ject is not agreeable to your sparks that pro- the gaiety of your temper; your travels have fess the vanity of the times.
[Exit. improved your talent of talking, but they are Mır. Go thy way, good wife Bias: do you not of force, I hope, to impair your morals. hear, Duretete? Dost hear this starched piece Mir. Morals! Why there 'tis agaia dow-I of austerity?
tell thee, child, there is not the least occasion Dur. She's mine, man; she's mine: my own for morals in any business between you and Italent to a T. I'll match her in dialects, faith. Don't you know, that of all commerce in the I was seven years at the university, man, nur world there is no such cozenage and deceit as sed up with Barbara, Celarunt, Darii, Ferio, in the traffic between man and woman? we Baralipton. Did you ever know, man, that study all our lives long how to put tricks upon one another-No fowler lays abroad more nets Mir. I'll keep as many mistresses as I have for his game, por a hunter for his prey, than coach-horses. you do to catch poor innocent men- Why do Ori. And I'll keep as many gallants as you you sit three or four hours at your toilette in a have grooms. morning? only with a villanous design to Mir. But, sweet Madam, there is such a make some poor fellow a fool before night. thing as a divorce. What d'ye sigh for? What d'ye weep for? Ori. But, sweet Sir, there is such a thing as What d’ye pray for? Why, for a husband. alimony; só, divorce on, and spare not. [Erit. That is, you implore Providence to assist you Mir. Ay, that separate maintenance is the in the just and pious design of making the devil-that's their refuge-o'my conscience, wisest of his creatures a fool, and the head of one would take cuckold for a meritorious the creation a slave.
action, because the women are so handsomely Ori. Sir, I am proud of my power, and am rewarded for't.
[Exit. resolved to use it. Mir. Hold, hold, Madam, not so fast-As
Enter DURETETE and Petit. you have variety of vanities to make coxcombs Dur. And she's mighty peevish, you say? of us, so we have vows, oaths, and protesta- Pet. O Sir, she has a tongue as long as my tions, of all sorts and sizes, to make fools of leg, and talks so crabhedly, you would think you. And this, in short, my dear creature, is she always spoke Welsh. our present condition. I have sworn and lied Dur. That's an odd language methinks for briskly to gain my ends of you; your ladyship her philosophy. has patched and painted violently to gain your Pet. But sometimes she will sit you half a ends of me.-But since we are both disap- day without speaking a word, and talk oracles pointed, let us make a drawn battle, and part all the while by the wrinkles of her forehead, clear on both sides.
and the motions of her eyebrows. Ori. With all my heart, Sir; give me up my Dur. Nay, I shall match her in philosophicontract, and I'll never see your face again. cal ogles, faith ; that's my talent: 1 can talk Mir. Indeed I won't, child.
best, you must know, when I say nothing. Ori. What, Sir, neither do one nor t'other? Pet. But d'ye ever laugh, Sir? Mir. No ; you shall die a maid, unless you Dur. Laugh? Won't she endure laughing ? please to be otherwise upon my terms.
Pet. Why she's a critic, Sir; she hates a jest, Ori. Sir, you're a
for fear it should please her; and nothing Mir. What am I, mistress?
keeps her in humour but what gives her the Ori. A villain, Sir!
spleen. And then for logic, and all that, you Mir. I'm glad on't-I never knew an honest knowfellow in my life, but was a villain upon these Dur. Ay, ay, I'm prepared : I have been occasions. Ha’n’t you drawn yourself now practising
hard words, and no sense, this hour, into a very pretty dilemma? Ha, ha, ha! the lo entertain her. poor lady has made a vow of virginity, when Pet. Then place yourse!t behind this screen, she thought of making a vow for the contrary. that you may have a view of her behaviour beWas ever poor woman so cheated into chas- fore you begin. tity?
Dur. I long to engage her, lest I should for. Ori. Sir, my fortune is equal to yours, my get my lesson. friends as powerful, and both shall be put to Pet. Here she comes, Sir, I must fly. the test, to do me justice.
[Exit Petit: DURETETE stands peeping Mir. What! you'll force me to marry you,
behind the curtain. will ye?. Ori. Sir, the law shall.
Enter Bisarre, with a hook, and MAID. Mir. But the law can't force me to do any Bis. Pshaw, hang books, they sour our temthing else, can it?
per, spoil our eyes, and ruin our complexions. Ori. Pshaw, I despise thee--monster.
[Throws away the book. Mir. Kiss and be friends then-Don't cry, Dur. Eh! The devil such a word there is in child, and you shall have your sugar-plum-all Aristotle. Come, Madam, d'ye think I could be so un- Bis. Come, wench, let's be free, call in the reasonable as to make you fast all your life fiddler, there's nobody near us. long? No, I did but jest, you shall have your Dur. Would to the Lord there was not. liberty; here, take your contract, and give me Bis. Here, friend, a minuet!-quicker time; mine.
ha--would we had a man or two. Ori. No, I won't
Dur. (Stealing away.) You shall have the Mir. Eh! What, is the girl a fool?
devil sooner, my dear dancing philosopber! Ori. No, Sir, you shall find me cunning Bis. Od's my life!-Here's one. enough to do myself justice; and since I must
[Pulls him back. not depend upon your love, I'll be revenged, Dur. Is all my learned preparation come to and force you to marry me out of spite. this?
Mir. Then I'll beat thee out of spite ; and Bis. Come, Sir, don't be ashamed, that's my make a most confounded husband.
good boy-you're very welcome, we wanted Ori. O Sir, I shall match ye: a good hus- such a one-Come, strike up. I know you band makes a good wife at any time.
dance well, Sir, you're finely shaped for'tMir. I'll rattle down your china about your Come, come, Sir; quick, quick, you miss the
time else. Ori. And I'll rattle about the city to run you Dur. But, Madam, I came to talk with you. in debt for more.
Bis. Ay, ay, talk as you dance, talk as you Mir. I'll tear the lace off your clothes, and dance, come. when you swoon for vexation, you sha'n't have Dur'. But we were talking of dialectics. a penny to buy a bottle of hartshorn.
Bis. Hang dialectics-Mind the timeOri. And you, Sir, shall have hartshorn jn quicker, sirrah. [To the fiddler.] Come-and abundance.
bow d'ye find yourself now, Sir ?